I feel like a captive in my own house. Like it's a prison where I can be watched at all times. I miss the world, I miss doing things in the world. This child...this child better come out of me quickly so I can get back onto my two feet. I want him in my arms, to sing him to sleep like I was last night by the stream. My baby... a part of me I've wanted for so long...I love it so. It isn't the reason I feel so trapped.
I don't feel like I'm married any longer.
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